I don’t do much, so when I go to the grocery, it’s like an “outing” for me.  I sometimes engage with people and I intentionally look for old, short or electric buggy people so I can help them get something off the tall shelf.

I went to Meijer to get in on their “10 for $10.00, 11^th one Free” sale.  Had to get my Diet Pepsi.

This time I was the one who needed help.  The shelf where the Diet Pepsi is, was empty.  I looked behind me and they had stacks and stacks of it, in the plastic cartons they bring into the store, but, there were stacks and stacks of other Pepsi drinks on top of my Diet Pepsi.

I turned and saw a guy loading up his cart with Coke.  He had a cammo TRUMP baseball cap on.  He was about my height, but he had a big torso—you know what I mean, a big tummy.  I made a judgment that he had a bit of Red Neck attitude so I knew, he’d be polite to an elderly woman.

“I like your hat,” I said.

He looked at me as if I might be being sarcastic, I wasn’t.  Then I asked, “Could you help me?  I need to get at the Diet Pepsi, but it’s too heavy for me to lift those other cases off it.”

“I’d be glad to Ma-am.  How many bottles do you want?”

“Eight of the Diet Pepsi and three of the De Café Diet.”

He proceeded to get the other cartons off the top and, I could see him counting to himself as he put what I had asked for, in my cart.

“Thank you so much,” I said.

“You’re welcome.” He said.

A man of few words.  He didn’t ask if I wanted more than eleven.  He didn’t mention anything political.  He paid attention to what I had asked him to do and he just did it.  I liked that.

Stopped in the dairy department to get some milk.  Along the way, there was a lady in an electric buggy, trying to stand up and reach for some lunch meat.

“May I help you get something?” I asked.

“Oh, thank you so much Honey,  you’re so kind.”

“What would you like?”

“I’m getting bologna.  My brother will only eat Oscar Meyer and he will only eat the beef kind.”

So I reached up to get a package.

“Now, is that thick cut?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, he has to have thick cut.”

I found it and handed it to her.

“Well, now, that’s too much.  Is there a smaller package?”

I didn’t see any so I told her, “You can freeze it.  Use some and then put however many slices you need into those Ziploc bags and freeze it for next time.”

She laughed and laughed. Hm-mm.

“Did you see this mop I had to get?”

“Yes.”

“My brother wanted this kind of mop.  He doesn’t do the mopping, I do, but he told me to get this kind.  I don’t know why his daughter doesn’t come over and clean for us, but she don’t.  I can barely walk, but it’s up to me to clean.”

I am starting to ease away, so she follows along, in her buggy, talking about how the kids won’t come over and help…mow the lawn…clean the house.

“But they think they are going to get everything when he dies.  Well, I have joint title to the house, so if he dies first, I can stay there.”

By now we are up by the bakery and I am trying to get to the check-out.

“They’ll probably try to kick me out of the house.  Dang kids nowadays. They don’t have time to help—all too busy, but…..hanging like Vultures over your head.  Waiting for you to die and then will come in and pick and take what they want.”

Then she sort of veered off to where the bread is displayed.  “Oh my.  I almost forgot to get his rye bread.  He’d sure be mad if I did.  Thank you, Honey.  Bye. Bye.”

Whew.  Okay, into the check-out lane.  With my new Meijer charge card, I got $15.00 off my order!  When I got gas, I got 0.10 a gallon off the Meijer gas.

It was quite  an adventurous outing today!